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Summary: Amarie would appreciate Finrod being less of a distraction. At least he's willing to help fix the problem he caused.

Length: 3.7k

AN: Party sex for @silmsmutweek day 3!

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Excerpt:
The outfit was understated, by Finrod’s standards. Of course, it could also be that Amarië’s memory rendered him more aureate and ostentatious than he truly had been, but she tended to believe the image in her mind’s eye was accurate, and that Finrod had merely chosen to dress down for the party.

Since @cuarthol got me thinking more about Amarie and the War of Wrath last night, I’m now considering the parallels to her and Finrod’s goodbye at the Flight of the Noldor...

This time it’s Amarie leaving for war and Finrod staying behind in Aman; this time it’s Amarie coming back with experiences and feelings she struggles to describe but which have left significant marks on her; this time it’s Finrod left anxiously waiting to hear about her return (or to be told she isn’t coming back).

Finrod sitting around with Grandpa Olwe waiting for news of the host like ''this is terrible?? she did this for 600 years????''

I think they both have a new understanding of each other's experiences after this

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: ???; Siren

All purely headcanon based, since we get like, a single sentence about her in Silm.

> Her family are vintners who moved to Tirion for business opportunities.

> She and Finrod met when they were quite young (~5 years old by human standards). Amarie had already started presenting as a girl at this time.

> They became good friends quickly and throughout childhood and adolescence, sort of flitted in and out of having crushes on each other, sometimes at the same time, sometimes not, but nothing ever came of it

> Eventually as young adults they admitted they simply couldn’t imagine marrying anyone but each other

> Sappy. So fucking sappy. Obnoxiously sappy. Unironically calling each other “sweetie” in regular conversation. Making uwu eyes at each other in public. “You hang up first uwu” “no you hang up first uwuwu” “no you--” etc.

> They’re very good with communication. They talk things out very well. This is the biggest reason why they don’t really fight, and the lack of fighting is baffling to Finrod’s entire extended family. They had a disagreement at a party once and everyone was ready to see them actually argue for once but it ended with them crying and apologizing to each other and then making goo-goo eyes at each other for the rest of the party.

> “Why aren’t you going into [x room]?” “Finrod and Amarie are in there” “valid”

> As happens with families, the jokes about how obnoxious they are escalate into their relationship generally being a family meme. As a result, no one takes it very seriously, even after they announce their engagement.

> Thus, Finrod’s grief over leaving Amarie was significantly overlooked, and led to the conversation between him and Galadriel about why he wouldn’t marry in Middle-earth, because surely he can’t still be hung up on Amarie.

> They both felt pressed apart by family. Amarie stayed in Aman on her parents’ wishes; Finrod left to follow his family.

> Amarie’s parents were not happy about the whole “rebelling against the Valar and leaving Aman and on the way out killing a bunch of people.” The whole family left Tirion and moved back into Vanyar territory, and Amarie’s parents put a lot of pressure on her to publicly end her engagement with Finrod, which she refused to do.

> When they reunite in Aman, whether or not they stay together (I like to imagine they do but I know a lot of people don’t), there is definitely a period of re-learning each other because they have both changed as people since they said goodbye, but there’s also a lot of joy in getting to see each other again.

> Whether as friends or lovers, it’s quite scary for Amarie to see how traumatized Finrod returns from Middle-earth. It isn’t until she goes herself with the Noldor forces during the War of Wrath that she catches glimpses of the beautiful things Finrod had described to her and understands a bit why he was so fond of this place. She brings him souvenirs when she comes back to Aman.

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Fandom: The Silmarillion

Pairing: Amarie/Finrod

Summary: For the first time since Finrod’s rebirth in Aman, he and Amarie are intimate.

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Excerpt:

There were times still that Finrod struggled to anchor himself in the moment. Moments when it felt he was watching or hearing things happening to someone else, not to himself. In the worst of these moments, he could hear instead the echo of Sauron’s voice in the back of his mind like nails scraping through his flesh, feel the coarse weight of chains against his wrists, feel the wetness of his men’s blood against his hands; in these moments, he flailed mentally to grip something present to reassure himself that he was not still a prisoner of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, simply being tormented with a vision of peace he would never know again. In the less extreme, he felt only adrift, curiously watching a scene play out in front of him without actually being a part of it.

Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: Mistify Me; ???

Thinking about Amarie and Finrod again (and what a microcosm of contemporary Noldor society they are) and how scary his return must be in some ways for her. The Elves who stayed behind and chose not to follow the Exiles have no concept of what life is like in Middle-earth. For those who were born in Aman, they have only relative concepts of suffering, struggle, death, anguish, etc. They aren’t as sheltered as they were before the Darkening, but they are still a great deal more so than those who went ahead to Middle-earth and fought the Long Defeat. Especially as Finrod comes back before the War of Wrath, when the Elves of Aman would have been given a much better idea of the Middle-earth situation.

So for Amarie who remained behind at the behest of her family, to have her beloved come back to her, and yet be different than he was, hints at the kinds of things that happened there. Finrod is back and so much of him is the same person he used to be, but now he has terrible nightmares that keep him up for hours or days. Now he spends long periods staring into the distance, thinking about or remembering things that obviously trouble him, but which he doesn’t want to talk about. Now he’s jumpier, warier than he was; he reaches for weapons he no longer carries. Now there is grief in his face, in his fea, and although he had time to heal in Mandos, it’s not all gone. There is still much left to resolve on his own.

And how frightening for Amarie, who has never seen the things that Finrod saw in Middle-earth, to get these hints of how difficult life was there, of the great evils that live there, and to see how they have changed someone she loves. Finrod would prefer to spare her having to hear them--particularly the way he died--but she’ll get them out of him eventually, and she’ll wonder again and again: if she had been there, would she understand his struggle now better? Would anything have been different?

Current Mood: amused

“May I see him?”

On Eärwen’s front step was a small blue-clad Elfling, a birthmark over her eye covering roughly a quarter of her face, a small bouquet of daisies clutched between her little hands. She wore her hair back in simple braids, but the ribbon on one had come loose and was clinging limply and tenaciously to a few strawberry blonde strands.

“Of course,” Eärwen said, stepping aside. “For now he sleeps. He’s in the parlor.” As Amarië rushed by with her flowers, Eärwen snagged the dangling ribbon from her hair. “I will fetch a vase for your flowers.”

It had been determined the parlor was a better place for Finrod to rest, with his foot propped up on a stack of pillows, fortified with books. Away from the softness of his mattress and with the backing of the sofa, it was harder for him to roll over and jostle the broken bone.

As Eärwen came in with a blown glass vase for the flowers Amarië had brought, she thought to tell the child to be careful not to wake him. Finrod needed as much sleep as he could get so his body could heal. But when she saw how quietly Amarië knelt beside the sofa, and how gentle her fingers were as she touched his hair, she dismissed with the concern.

“Here you are,” she said, setting the vase down on the end table by the sofa. Amarië reached over to drop in the flowers.

“How did it happen?” Amarië asked.

“Oh, as these things do,” said Eärwen. However, she seemed to realize this was ludicrously vague, even by her own standards. “He will tell us when he feels so moved.” Which was to say she and Finarfin had yet to get a straight answer out of him about it, and whatever Turgon knew—which she suspected was something—he wasn’t sharing.

Amarië asked no more questions.

Finrod’s soft golden cheeks had gone wan, as much as Eärwen tried to keep him occupied. The poor thing was both bored and in pain, a terrible combination. In an admirably generous effort, Fingon and Turgon had been by every day since, trying to amuse their cousin and make him forget his ill fortune. But for now he slept peacefully, his doe eyes firmly closed, his thick blond waves haloed out around the pillow.

Trusting Amarië not to wake Finrod accidentally, Eärwen moved away, headed for the hall, but as she glanced back at them, she saw Amarië lean over to put her mouth by Finrod’s head.

“Someday I’m going to marry you, Findaráto Ingoldo,” she said.

With a smile tugging irrepressibly at her lips, Eärwen completed her exit and left the two children to their privacy.

And in time, Amarië was right.

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